Thats just the way it will be, or is, or something

Well, I didn't keep up with this as well as I had planned.


Take 2.



After my last post, well, there have been several months in there. I have spent the last months working at the Utah Shakespearean Festival, my 3rd summer in residence. It has always been a great time. Staying for wardrobe this year I have 4 more months of adventures under my belt. I have seen the caves at Great Basin National Park, climbed to Overlook Point at Zion National Park, and crawled into the lava pits at Snow Canyon.

In a few weeks, I will start out on my newest adventure. A few weeks ago I was offered a first hand position at Orlando Shakespeare theater. No winter, no snow tires, all sun and a 100 percent humidity. I am overjoyed.

In place of the overwhelming insecurity of no job, but he awesome back plan of moving to NY after the new year, I now have the overwhelming insecurity of finding a place to live after I move and moving my storage space from Metro Detroit to Orlando.

I hope my new place looks like this, that would be the dream...so many books. And, now that I am in Orlando, I can only hope to partake in this new phenomenon. Oi, I wonder if you can get it in the drive though.

I would walk 5,000 miles...

Road tripping.... a tradition created after the invention of the highway, memorialized by such books as "On the Road Again" by Jack Kerouac.

I am more of the "Go west young man, and grow up with the country" kind of gal. Traveling the 2,498 mi, 40 hour trip from Hartford, CT to Cedar City, UT takes me through 11 states, and 3 times zones.

Today, just when I was struggling to stay entertained and engaged, I drove though the high land inside of Nebraska on I-80, snow.... honest snow.


Now as I sit in Laramie, WY getting ready for my final leg my journey I am also gearing up for the summer.

Scribbling Makes My Dancing Feet Feel Like They Are Moving

That word would be 'pony.' Don't ask why, I don't even know.

I worked all of this weekend. While I feel accomplished and exhausted, the reality of my current projects impending completion date is now staring me in the face.

Day: Wow, I can't keep track of that...

As I poured my cup of coffee onto my journal my co-worker, fellow knitter, and very pregant friend, Rachael back away from the table then stared at me in wonder.

It soaked up a lot of it. Then the journal hung to dry on the laundry rack of the rest of the day.






I drank a lot of coffee yesterday. I think I bordered on 5 cups.

Day 8: Good Thoughts

List Includes:
-I'll get by with a little help from my friends
-the library is great
-work is always entertaining

Day 6: Crack the Spine

And on day 6...


Today I am a little edgy, I relearned how to knit. I first picked up needles over 15 years ago but then I could only knit stitch and about 5 years ago I picked up Stitch 'n Bitch book and taught myself properly.



Then at the start of my new job, I decided I wanted a new hobby, a new way to spend my newly found free time. I found crochet. Then with the Happy Hooker book, also by Debbie, I found a new time consumer, ever changing, addictive hobby.

I should have just stuck with reading, books are free from the public library.

Day 4: Chew This Page

I think I might have a paper cut on my tongue.




That's just not good at all. And then there was a cookie fight.

Day 2: Again.

Having aggression issues, and I trying to avoid being aggressive-aggressive and by doing that worried I am being passive aggressive. To I flipped open to this page and thought it was a good idea.



I feel better now.

Day 1: The Begining, Day 2: The Posting

Today, well yesterday at approximately 5:47pm I begin the Wreck This Journal Project, The objective, to wreck the journal, the goal: to remember this portion of my life. Besides the video blogs I trade with my dearest childhood friend, I realized that my generation, the media generation, generation Y, consists of a group of people to endlessly collect information, then seldom arrange in them in a tangible form.

We collect music to play on our ipods, cloths to define our self images, and pictures organized in folders or posted directly to Facebook that soon after we can not remember the people or places just just captured.

When I am old an gray, I wanted to not only remember the names and places, but I want to know who I was. I want to remember the person I was planning on becoming.

That is a goal of this, to remember.

I have given myself 1 year to complete this. So about 2 to 3 pages a week.

So, yesterday, I started. And today, I will continue.